TITLE : Repercussions
AUTHOR : Karen Gomes (pyrie@hotmail.com)
CATEGORY : Even though it might look otherwise, it's SBR all the way.
RATING : PG-13
SPOILERS : Probably
DISCLAIMER : All of the known characters/premises/plots belong to their respective owners. So there.
SUMMARY : An old flame returns in Bailey's life, forcing Sam to confront her feelings for him. But, these feelings could have dire consequences.
NOTES : Gah!
Cheers! Gomes.
--------------- Repercussions (pt.6 ) ---------------
The team sat around the conference table early that morning, and stared at the vacant space. "Where's Bailey?" George asked, taking a large sip of coffee. John tossed him a napkin to wipe the leftover off of his chin.
"Leave some for the fishes, Georgie." John joked.
George gave him a blank stare. "But fishes don't drink coffee." John rolled his eyes in response, as George smirked. "Everyone hates a literalist."
"Anyway, anyone know where the boss is?" Grace asked, and silence filled the room.
Sam looked up from her files, distracted. All eyes were on her. "What?"
"Where's Bailey?" Grace asked casually.
"What makes you think I know?" Sam blew up.
John bit his lower lip. "Okay Sam."
"No! Why does everyone always assume that I know how Bailey is feeling, where is he, and who he's fucking?!" Sam got up and left the conference table.
The team looked at eachother in the awkward moment that trailed behind Sam's outburst. "Must have been the coffee." John shrugged, as Bailey entered the room. He was still fiddling with his tie.
"Sorry I'm late, folks." He said, taking a seat. "What do you have?" His eyes roamed the room, but he already knew who wasn't there; his heart didn't jump like it normally did whenever she was there. "Where's Sam?"
"In her office. Women stuff." Grace covered. "Why so late?"
Bailey cleared his throat. "Unforeseen circumstances." Truth be told, he and Liz had spent most of the morning body-to-body. «All in good time.» He thought, as he glanced towards Sam's office. The team looked at him expectantly. "We'll fill her in when she gets back. What do you have?" He turned to John.
"Marta Jepson. Well, her days were much like Sam had described." John said, thumbing through his notebook. "She wanted to make a real impact, terribly shy, and so on." He looked up at Bailey. "According to her old room-mate, she had a terrible crush on you, big boy." John laughed.
"John." Bailey threw him a warning glance. "Next."
"I took Jenny Baker." Grace chimed in. "I spoke with her 20 year-old son. Jenny worked hard, and had recently changed her life. That's why she went back to studying. Thought the world was a dangerous place, and wanted to help keep it safe." Grace thought back. "Her son said that, a few years back, she had taken a course where she dropped out right away. The reason was because she was seeing the teacher, but the relationship didn't last, for 'X' reason." Grace looked at Bailey and raised her eyebrow.
Bailey tapped his pencil on the table. "Next."
George sensed this involved Bailey to a higher degree. "Vicky Hill, 42 year- old secretary. I spoke over the internet with a number of her colleagues. She was married awhile back, so I thought that maybe her ex-husband could be involved." George passed out a printout. "The reason for her divorce, which was filed by Jeffrey Spencer, her husband, was due to her having an affair while training at Quantico." George shrugged. "I figured, Spencer felt betrayed, wanted revenge."
"So, what did you find?" John asked.
"Spencer died a year after their divorce, be it seven years ago." George shrugged.
"Did they find out who the mystery man was, that captured her heart?" Grace asked, looking at the divorce papers. George hesitated, and when she got no response, Grace glanced at him: his eyes rested upon Bailey.
"Kelly Green." Bailey commenced, in a shaky voice. His eyes never left his paper. "25 year-old intern. She got the job after a recommendation from me two years ago." Bailey rubbed his now-tired eyes. "Something almost happened when she was 19, underage, and well." Bailey looked up at the team. "I paid my dues."
"So." John tried to find a way to break the hardening ice.
"Save it, John." Bailey put his hand up. "I know what you must think of me, but I can't change what happened, and I'm paying for it now." He sighed. "Shit happens sometimes, and you never think of the repercussions it could have at a later date." Bailey got up and picked up Sam's papers. He looked them over, nodded and tossed them back on the table. "I'm going home." He left without looking back.
John glanced at the papers, as did everyone. He made a leap for them but Grace swiped them first. "Too slow, Johnny." She bragged. "The only male, Phillip Gunter. Worked as a detective, killed at age 37. Studied under Bailey at Quantico awhile back," Grace paused and looked at the team, "had a crush on Bailey, made advances."
"Did Bailey kick him out of his class?" George asked, something pulling at his heart.
"No.he just talked to the kid, told them that it could be nothing more than a teacher-student relationship, very professional. Gunter agreed, but his friends told Sam that he still worshipped Bailey from afar and kept telling people that Bailey was just reluctant." Grace sighed. "He really gave Bailey a hard time there, took pictures, broke into his office, stuff like that. But Bailey never pressed charges, and would often try to talk some sense into the boy. Helped him get his post as detective." Grace closed the file.
"They're all somehow related to Bailey." John stated and the rest of the team nodded.
"And Bailey is aware of that, too." George added. "What is he not telling us?"
"Something so secret that even Sam hasn't been filled in." Grace shrugged helplessly. "We have to wait for him to make the first move."
--TBC--
AUTHOR : Karen Gomes (pyrie@hotmail.com)
CATEGORY : Even though it might look otherwise, it's SBR all the way.
RATING : PG-13
SPOILERS : Probably
DISCLAIMER : All of the known characters/premises/plots belong to their respective owners. So there.
SUMMARY : An old flame returns in Bailey's life, forcing Sam to confront her feelings for him. But, these feelings could have dire consequences.
NOTES : Gah!
Cheers! Gomes.
--------------- Repercussions (pt.6 ) ---------------
The team sat around the conference table early that morning, and stared at the vacant space. "Where's Bailey?" George asked, taking a large sip of coffee. John tossed him a napkin to wipe the leftover off of his chin.
"Leave some for the fishes, Georgie." John joked.
George gave him a blank stare. "But fishes don't drink coffee." John rolled his eyes in response, as George smirked. "Everyone hates a literalist."
"Anyway, anyone know where the boss is?" Grace asked, and silence filled the room.
Sam looked up from her files, distracted. All eyes were on her. "What?"
"Where's Bailey?" Grace asked casually.
"What makes you think I know?" Sam blew up.
John bit his lower lip. "Okay Sam."
"No! Why does everyone always assume that I know how Bailey is feeling, where is he, and who he's fucking?!" Sam got up and left the conference table.
The team looked at eachother in the awkward moment that trailed behind Sam's outburst. "Must have been the coffee." John shrugged, as Bailey entered the room. He was still fiddling with his tie.
"Sorry I'm late, folks." He said, taking a seat. "What do you have?" His eyes roamed the room, but he already knew who wasn't there; his heart didn't jump like it normally did whenever she was there. "Where's Sam?"
"In her office. Women stuff." Grace covered. "Why so late?"
Bailey cleared his throat. "Unforeseen circumstances." Truth be told, he and Liz had spent most of the morning body-to-body. «All in good time.» He thought, as he glanced towards Sam's office. The team looked at him expectantly. "We'll fill her in when she gets back. What do you have?" He turned to John.
"Marta Jepson. Well, her days were much like Sam had described." John said, thumbing through his notebook. "She wanted to make a real impact, terribly shy, and so on." He looked up at Bailey. "According to her old room-mate, she had a terrible crush on you, big boy." John laughed.
"John." Bailey threw him a warning glance. "Next."
"I took Jenny Baker." Grace chimed in. "I spoke with her 20 year-old son. Jenny worked hard, and had recently changed her life. That's why she went back to studying. Thought the world was a dangerous place, and wanted to help keep it safe." Grace thought back. "Her son said that, a few years back, she had taken a course where she dropped out right away. The reason was because she was seeing the teacher, but the relationship didn't last, for 'X' reason." Grace looked at Bailey and raised her eyebrow.
Bailey tapped his pencil on the table. "Next."
George sensed this involved Bailey to a higher degree. "Vicky Hill, 42 year- old secretary. I spoke over the internet with a number of her colleagues. She was married awhile back, so I thought that maybe her ex-husband could be involved." George passed out a printout. "The reason for her divorce, which was filed by Jeffrey Spencer, her husband, was due to her having an affair while training at Quantico." George shrugged. "I figured, Spencer felt betrayed, wanted revenge."
"So, what did you find?" John asked.
"Spencer died a year after their divorce, be it seven years ago." George shrugged.
"Did they find out who the mystery man was, that captured her heart?" Grace asked, looking at the divorce papers. George hesitated, and when she got no response, Grace glanced at him: his eyes rested upon Bailey.
"Kelly Green." Bailey commenced, in a shaky voice. His eyes never left his paper. "25 year-old intern. She got the job after a recommendation from me two years ago." Bailey rubbed his now-tired eyes. "Something almost happened when she was 19, underage, and well." Bailey looked up at the team. "I paid my dues."
"So." John tried to find a way to break the hardening ice.
"Save it, John." Bailey put his hand up. "I know what you must think of me, but I can't change what happened, and I'm paying for it now." He sighed. "Shit happens sometimes, and you never think of the repercussions it could have at a later date." Bailey got up and picked up Sam's papers. He looked them over, nodded and tossed them back on the table. "I'm going home." He left without looking back.
John glanced at the papers, as did everyone. He made a leap for them but Grace swiped them first. "Too slow, Johnny." She bragged. "The only male, Phillip Gunter. Worked as a detective, killed at age 37. Studied under Bailey at Quantico awhile back," Grace paused and looked at the team, "had a crush on Bailey, made advances."
"Did Bailey kick him out of his class?" George asked, something pulling at his heart.
"No.he just talked to the kid, told them that it could be nothing more than a teacher-student relationship, very professional. Gunter agreed, but his friends told Sam that he still worshipped Bailey from afar and kept telling people that Bailey was just reluctant." Grace sighed. "He really gave Bailey a hard time there, took pictures, broke into his office, stuff like that. But Bailey never pressed charges, and would often try to talk some sense into the boy. Helped him get his post as detective." Grace closed the file.
"They're all somehow related to Bailey." John stated and the rest of the team nodded.
"And Bailey is aware of that, too." George added. "What is he not telling us?"
"Something so secret that even Sam hasn't been filled in." Grace shrugged helplessly. "We have to wait for him to make the first move."
--TBC--